Standing at the door of the room, I hesitated for a moment. And I said, "Why don't you take off your T-shirt and give it to me? I'll wash it for you."

"No need. I can wash it by myself."

"Let me do it." I said, feeling apologetic, "I'm the one who stained your T-shirt. If you don't allow me to wash it, I'll feel bad."

Seeing that he couldn't convince me verbally, Shelton had to agree, saying, "Well, hold on. I will go back to my room and get changed."

"Okay."

I nodded.

Shelton quickly came out with another T-shirt on his body and handed the dirty one to...